Waking up to a morning where you don't have to worry about the day.
How is it going to be spent is what I always dreamt of.
To never know and live in the present is what I'm gonna do from today onwards.
I got out of the bed and walked out of the room to find Carlo who seemed to be missing from my side early morning.
I went up to the backyard where the high tides roared up against the big rocks.
I saw Carlo holding up a paint brush and drawing a peculiar sketch on the paper propped on an easel. He seemed focused and happier indulged in the activity.
"You paint?" I couldn't resist from asking. He got startled but then smirked as soon as he saw me watching him from afar.
"Well, Yes, sometimes. And why does that surprise you?" He stood straight with his back arched up.
I got a fair g
